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“As for now, go home. Rest. Tomorrow I upend your entire world.”Advertisement

Thane, Bjorn and Xerxes shared an uneasy look before flying out of the room. Koldo scowled. Then every member of the army was gone, and Zacharel was alone with Annabelle.

He misted her into another room, one that was clean. “You, I upend now.” He backed her into the bed.

Her knees hit and she fell to the mattress with a gasp and a chuckle. Blue-black hair spread around her shoulders. Her robe gaped open, revealing one of his favorite parts of her.

“So naughty, my angel,” she said. “And look! Your wings are solid gold now. And there’s no snow!”

He looked at the left, then the right. “I am now one of the Elite.” One knee on the mattress, two, he straddled her thighs. “That will be celebrated—later. Right now we have a melding to begin.”

She was a sensual feast for his eyes. He was so mesmerized, he missed the movement of her hands. She latched on to his shoulders and pushed him down, placing herself on top.

Her grin was languid. “We’ll get to the melding. After you’ve begged.” A vow.

A vow she made good on. Her hands roamed over him, stripping him, stroking him, and all too soon he was begging, unable to help himself.

Just before she collapsed over him, wings of white burst from between her shoulder blades.

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She sat back up, gasping, and looked the wings over. “What the… I don’t… How did that…”

A genuine laugh shook him to his very depths. “When you held the demon essentia, your negative emotions brought forth the demon appearance. You now hold an angelic essentia, and so your positive emotions bring forth this appearance. Now, enough distractions. I want you again, Anna.”

“Well, it is my turn to beg…”

Hours later, when they were both sated, she snuggled in his arms, resplendent and his, all his. This was the life he’d never dared dream for himself. One he would cherish forever, because he knew how close he’d come to losing it.

“So about this melding,” she said with a yawn. The wings had vanished, but they would be back.

“You had first to pledge your life to mine, and you did—when I made you beg. I took care of the rest.”

“Took care of—so we’re melded?”

“Now and forever. As soon as I knew you were willing, and while you were distracted, I took a little piece of your spirit. It can be painful, and I did not want you hurting.” Not ever again.

“My sweet prince.” She kissed the beat of his heart. “Hey, your black spot is gone!”

“You saved me.”

“I guess that means you owe me. Which brings me to the second order of business, then. I want to help you fight demons.”

“I never doubted it.”

“Really? You’ll let me, without pouting like a baby?”

“First, I never pout. I ponder, and probably quite sexily. Second, as you’ve told me, you have already spent too much of your life in a cage. I will not put you in another.” But that did not mean he would sit back and let some demon harm her. Zacharel would do his utmost to guard her during every battle. Besides, when one of them died, the other would follow. He would never have to be without her.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I am a sweet man.”

She laughed with carefree abandon, and he loved the sound, was determined to make her laugh like that every day for the rest of their eternity.

“What’s so funny?” he teased. “I am a sweet man.”

“And what’s this sweet man’s plan for his army, hmm? What changes are you about to rain down on their heads?”

“Discipline, dominance and consequences. Of course.”

Another laugh. “You’re right. Sooo sweet.”

“No, but then, my sweetness is reserved for you. Only, ever for you.” pqdm.com